“Uh…yeah?”
“No, that isn’t a non sequitur. Some of my clients are rent boys.”
“Yeah?” His eyes widened, as if I were talking about some new species. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“How’d you meet them?”
I sighed. “I put an ad in a local GLBT newsletter.”
“Wow!”
“I got to know them fairly well—”
“Did you…did you have sex with them?”
“You mean did I pay for it? No. That would have been unethical.” His eyes grew huge. “What? You think rent boys don’t have any ethics? The ones I know are more honorable than a lot of the people who buy them.”
“I’m sorry.”